Sitting with a mind of complete confusion
staring at the stars for any weird connection
step out of the door-love-without any omission
sovereignty of yours over my decision.
... Look at me for once, how I am waiting to die
Carry me no more, just deliver your thoughts with mine.
Step by step walking all days
thinking-smoking-drinking are now past-days
Hallelujah to gray pranks I shared on the way
called you everyday-even twice on Sundays.
But No, No, I don't know where you are
Are the colours of bad turning blue?
No more let me stay away
come for once, and say:-"I hate you, anyway."
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